Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although the struggle of the royal family has never stopped for hundreds of years, the descendants have always been prosperous.

Under the attention of everyone, Bo Jiayan slowly came to the front of Ming Zongze. On his body, he was dressed in the traditional costume of ancestor worship of K country, with long sleeves and a hat.

Other people, too, dress like this.

However, only his and Ming Zongze's clothes were inlaid with gold thread to show the noble status of the monarch and the chief.

All kinds of rituals are carried out solemnly.

When bochayan worships his ancestors with three pillars of incense, he completes all the rituals.

Ming Zongze's eyes twinkled with tears of excitement, sweeping away the majesty of the ordinary monarch and showing his father's kindness: "from now on, Jiayan, you will officially return to the Ming family and become the big prince of K country and the first heir to the throne. Welcome back, Dad, son

Emperor Zeming of the Ming Dynasty opened his arms to Bo Jiayan. He was deeply saddened to think of the difference in the past 20 years.

Bo Jiayan and he gently hugged, in his ear, called out the first "Dad."

"Ah Mingzongze answered with some excitement and patted bojiayan on the shoulder, as if he had placed all his expectations on him.

In a group of royal family members, Ming Yanyao was slightly moved by this scene, and her eyes swept away the usual cold, with a touch of warm color.

Jin Zhihui looked at his expression and sighed.

She couldn't understand what the son was thinking.

It is clear that the throne is within reach, but

The more I think about it, the worse it is. The ice beauty's face is even colder.

After the ceremony, members of the royal family went to the banquet hall for dinner. At the reception yesterday, Ming Zongze had already brought Bo Jiayan to get to know the relatives. Today, except for a few respected elders, Bo Jiayan was the one to offer a toast to, all the others came to offer a toast to him.

Ming Chengxian and Ming Zongrui are together. They have a smile on their faces. They can't see any displeasure at all.

Chengxian of Ming Dynasty raised his wine cup to Bo Jiayan. He did a good job in etiquette and said with a smile, "brother lobby, I didn't expect that when we met again, we became a family."

Bo Jiayan lightly hooked his lips without any expression. He didn't have a good feeling for Ming Chengxian.

At this time, the status of Chengxian in Ming Dynasty was lower than others, so he had to ignore Bo Jiayan's indifference, and Chengfu deeply toasted him.

Two father and son smile Yingying leave, turn around, that silk smile disappeared, worthy of father and son, expression is very synchronous.

Although there are not many days left for bocayan to become king, they believe that there will be good ways to stop it.

After three rounds of wine, Ming Zongze left the banquet hall with Bo Jiayan and walked in the flower path of the palace.

The night is deep, the gorgeous street lamp will elongate their figure, the stars all over the sky, surrounded by a curved moon, the beautiful night.

"Gayan, I'll take you to meet someone." Ming Zongze's tone is deep.

Bochayan did not speak, but he probably knew who he was going to see.

Through a few flower paths, a loft appeared. A servant stood by the door. When he saw them, he bowed respectfully and opened the door.

In the garden, there is a kind of nocturnal incense, which comes slowly with the wind.

There are also some unknown flowers, bathing in the soft night, the scenery during the day, must be very beautiful.

Mingzongze stopped in the yard for a while, feeling in his heart, there are some painful memories in his deep eyes. After sighing in his heart, he went into the house with bochayan.